Vanish Mode

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Uh Uh-uh-uh-uh (Damn, Rage, you goin' crazy) Uh Uh [Chorus] Put the trenches on my shoulders, threw the hood up on my back She like, "These kids keep on gettin' killed," I promised my mama I ain't gon' lack I keep 'bout fifty stuck in this Glock, bitch, we got shots and we got straps I hate a bitch that have my cell phone number 'cause these hoes be gnats [Verse 1] The way this chopper get to twitchin', bitch, look like it's special ed I fap niggas down with this stick, you want a hat, aim at his head I don't just fuck and give hoes dick, poke out your lips, I want some head This Glock need to learn how to walk, I just went bought this ho a leg I pray death upon my opps, I catch me one, he know he dead I was gon' shoot out the whip, might hop out, walk him down instead Thought he was a shotta 'til them shots rang and tore up his dreads (Damn, Rage, you goin' crazy) We the reason them switches hot, bitch, free my brother out the feds [Chorus] Put the trenches on my shoulders, threw the hood up on my back She like, "These kids keep on gettin' killed," I promised my mama I ain't gon' lack I keep 'bout fifty stuck in this Glock, bitch, we got shots and we got straps I hate a bitch that have my cell phone number 'cause these hoes be gnats [Verse 2] I hate a bitch that have my number, I can't give a ho receipts I only text hoes in vanish mode, you screenshot me, bitch I'ma see I fucked you on the first night, bitch, how you gon' talk down on me? Clean that lil' pussy with some wipes, lil' ho, you triflin' for the streets I met this one lil' bitch in Texas, she ate dick 'til I was soft I tried to move that ho lil' head, I had to push her to get her off I went bulletproofed the whips, move 'round the city like I'm Dolph (Damn, Rage, you goin' crazy) I don't do payments, ain't shit rented, everything you see with me, I bought [Chorus] Put the trenches on my shoulders, threw the hood up on my back She like, "These kids keep on gettin' killed," I promised my mama I ain't gon' lack I keep 'bout fifty stuck in this Glock, bitch, we got shots and we got straps I hate a bitch that have my cell phone number 'cause these hoes be gnats